Stop it man. Try to get some help. Porn is not worth. I know you heard this cliche hundreds of times. And every time I relapse it just gets more and more convincing. I just came back from there, and it's still the same thing. After that first orgasm all that's left in you is feelings of shame, disgust, and disappointment . I know it sucks but the right thing to do here is rise up and take control over your life.day zero
I am a number. I am not a free man.
Hey man. Thanks for encouragement. You're right. When you orgasm, all the depression and regret falls on my head. I don't know, man. When urges are that strong, I don't see past that. And when I orgasm, I come back to reality and see everything. Then there comes the moment when I tell myself that I knew what I should've done. When the storm is over, it's easy to tell yourself that you knew what you had to do, man, but I almost never feel I have this opportunity when I experience hard urges. I really need to fix my life. But there has always been one thing that hold me back: My refusal to suffer. ANyway, take care man. Good luck.Stop it man. Try to get some help. Porn is not worth. I know you heard this cliche hundreds of times. And every time I relapse it just gets more and more convincing. I just came back from there, and it's still the same thing. After that first orgasm all that's left in you is feelings of shame, disgust, and disappointment . I know it sucks but the right thing to do here is rise up and take control over your life.
Just imagine how your life could be if there's no porn in it. All that wasted potential that you can get hold of after you take that jump over that filthy porn swamp and getting your freedom back. But talk is cheap.
After all you only live once, so make it count.
You got this bro. Stay blessed.
Well, I don't really have where to go.Sorry you are going through this man! Have your perhaps considered completely changing your environment? Going away somewhere for a while until you can get a handle on this?
Good insight. Just remember, with addiction recovery the suffering does not go on forever. Withdrawal is a temporary phase. Good luck!Hey man. Thanks for encouragement. You're right. When you orgasm, all the depression and regret falls on my head. I don't know, man. When urges are that strong, I don't see past that. And when I orgasm, I come back to reality and see everything. Then there comes the moment when I tell myself that I knew what I should've done. When the storm is over, it's easy to tell yourself that you knew what you had to do, man, but I almost never feel I have this opportunity when I experience hard urges. I really need to fix my life. But there has always been one thing that hold me back: My refusal to suffer. ANyway, take care man. Good luck.
Happy to hear this @Escapeandnevercomeback.I've scheduled a therapy session next week.
Good luck my man.I've scheduled a therapy session next week.
Thanks.Happy to hear this @Escapeandnevercomeback.
Thanks, man.Good luck my man.
It's not that I really wanted to do this but my father presses me to do it. I got drunk on Monday and acted like an animal. He didn't like that and started pushing me to find some help. When I get drunk, I transform. I can become really violent for someone who, when sober, is a pussy (excuse the term). I'm a big time weakling in real life but when I get drunk, I'm capable of doing things that nobody expects from me, including fighting someone to death. So that's the story. All this pursuing to contact the psychotherapy clinic and the actually scheduling the session, for some reason (which I probably know) was the most fuckin uncomfortable thing for me to do in a long time. I have an absolute adversity to talking about my problems and to the emotions that come from this but I don't know, maybe something good might happen. And, of course, I have to fix many things about me nevertheless. So this is a more elaborated explanation about the whole thing, if it matters.I've scheduled a therapy session next week.
Thanks for sharing. Yes it matters. Good luck. I think you are about to begin a very interesting adventure. Nothing is more essential than figuring out why we make the choices we do.It's not that I really wanted to do this but my father presses me to do it. I got drunk on Monday and acted like an animal. He didn't like that and started pushing me to find some help. When I get drunk, I transform. I can become really violent for someone who, when sober, is a pussy (excuse the term). I'm a big time weakling in real life but when I get drunk, I'm capable of doing things that nobody expects from me, including fighting someone to death. So that's the story. All this pursuing to contact the psychotherapy clinic and the actually scheduling the session, for some reason (which I probably know) was the most fuckin uncomfortable thing for me to do in a long time. I have an absolute adversity to talking about my problems and to the emotions that come from this but I don't know, maybe something good might happen. And, of course, I have to fix many things about me nevertheless. So this is a more elaborated explanation about the whole thing, if it matters.